Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow

1 Hast thou heard of the land where no sorrow or sadness
Can dim, for a moment, the light of the skies?
Hast thou heard of the land where the deep tones of gladness
Ne'er melt into tears, ne'er are echoed in sighs,
Where music, sweet music, for ever is flowing,
And flow'rs ever blooming waft fragrance around;
Where the weary repose, all their troubles at rest,
'Tis the Canaan above, 'tis the land of the blest.

2 No eye e'er hath seen its bright splendors, excelling
The visions of fancy, the dreams of the soul,
No thought e'er can soar where that anthem is swelling,
Nor ear ever hear its deep melodies roll,
And death, with the touch of his cold, icy finger,
No more can alarm, for his triumphs are o'er;
Where the weary repose, all their troubles at rest,
'Tis the Canaan above, 'tis the land of the blest.

Source: The Silver Chime: a cluster of Sabbath school melodies, tunes, sentences, chants, etc., for the use of children and teachers in their school exercises, devotions, and recreations, to which is added... #61